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Lo! Look soft, the nihilist wakes in his meek abode. Lo! Be wise, for he is not, yet he perceives himself so. He commands his person: "Rise!" The spirit is his foe. The spirit questions him: "Why?" Yet his conscious does not know The nihilist starts to brood: "Why? Why can I not rise?" The spirit laughs, unsubdued, "I am not of your allies." The nihilist waits awhile; Paralyzed and juvenile.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
The Afternoon Nihilist
Lo! Look soft, the nihilist wakes in his meek abode. Lo! Be wise, for he is not, yet he perceives himself so. He commands his person: "Rise!" The spirit is his foe. The spirit questions him: "Why?" Yet his conscious does not know The nihilist starts to brood: "Why? Why can I not rise?" The spirit laughs, unsubdued, "I am not of your allies." The nihilist waits awhile; Paralyzed and juvenile.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
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